"Why are you only here now?" She Ling'er said coldly.
The person behind her chuckled softly, affectionately saying, "Still, it's madam who trusts me, knowing I would come tonight."
So it wasn't prearranged, but sneaked in instead?
She Ling'er said indifferently, "I know what you're like well enough. Fine, don't tell me you came tonight just to hold me. What's the matter?"
She left the other's embrace, tidied her clothes, and inconspicuously removed the bell from her wrist—She Lan was indifferent and didn't like adornments.
"In the dead of night, a lone man and woman, what else could it be?" Li Changzhou said with a mischievous grin, pulling Yang Qinglan into his arms again.
She Ling'er didn't resist, only rested her hands gently against his chest, frowning slightly, "What time do you think it is? Don't fool around. Business matters."
"This is business." Li Changzhou's hand caressed her long, beautiful legs, not missing an inch.
